Shivansh.

Prarthana called out and stepped forward, fear gripping her like a vise.

She wasn't scared of him. She was scared for him.

Shivansh couldn't hear her, too lost in the depths of a pain that never healed. 

Her hands hovered above his arms. Her heart pounded wildly as she waited with a mixture of fear and patience.

Standing away to give him space but standing close enough to let him know that he wasn't alone.

He looked at her, his breathes escaping like a wild animal caged for too long. Raw, Rattling. Like something inside him had finally broke free.

Shivansh please. You are bleeding.

But he didn't hear her and crashed the first object his hands could find, a vase hit the the wall, the sound vibrating through the room like a gunshot.

Prarthana gasped, her face white as a sheet but she reached out, her fingers brushing his arm in the whisper of a touch, scared of hurting him even by mistake.

DOOR RAHO MUJHSE!!!

He screamed at her, raw and animalistic.

Her fingers trembled around his shirt and she stumbled backwards when he pushed her away with a force that sent her crashing into the wall, her knuckles scraped against the rough surface.

Tum mein aur Smita Zaveri mein koi difference nahin hai.

He screamed out, the words leaving his lips like a blade honed for the kill.

It stung deeper than Prarthana cared to admit but she shook her head willing herself to stay composed even though, her heart trembled inside her chest.

The room was blanketed in the most suffocating silence possible and Prarthana reached out, feeling the tremor in her heart, her fingers gingerly brushing his arm, in the whisper of a touch, barely there but enough to let him know that he wasn't alone.

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